If the people at your police academy knew that you were getting self-defense lessons from the guy that tried to burgle you and your grandfather, you'd never live it down.

You were snowed in with the man and had called a temporary truce between you two. So you guys found a way to pass the time. A tiring way, at least on your part.

You grab his arm and attempt to throw him over your shoulder, just to fail miserably, your balance slipping instead.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Denis asks.

“I’m trying my best,” you huff, out of breath. “And you’re just heavy.”

He chuckles at your excuses.

“You need to use your hips and throw your weight forward.”

“Alright, show me then.”

You barely have time to react before he steps in close, grips you, and effortlessly throws you over his shoulder. You hit the floor with a soft thud, him following and pinning you to the ground.

He cages you in with his arms, but you didn’t want him to go anywhere.

You freeze, looking up into his pretty brown eyes, your breath catching as you look over his face. From the cute curve of his lips to the beauty mark on his cheek. If all criminals are this cute, you’re going to be in trouble.

“Thanks for the demonstration,” you murmur, trying to sound unimpressed.

“Anytime,” he quips, a smug grin tugging at his lips. “I should charge you for private lessons.”